Mila
Mine. One word had never sounded so perfect before. So right.
Rafe claimed her with his possessive touch as he caressed her body. His gaze was so intense, it robbed her of breath—of thought. All those questions and worries from earlier had vanished as this domineering alpha took control of her body. Raw masculine power exuded from him, and it excited her in such a primal way, it left her throbbing with need.
“You’re so hot,” he declared with a feral expression. “I can’t wait to see all of you.” His nostrils flared. “And find out if you taste as good as you smell.”
Her sex clenched with the ache to feel him there. Was he trying to kill her with that image?
“I want to see you, too.” She reached for his black shirt and unbuttoned it with fumbling fingers, just as eager to see and touch him. He helped, unfastening them with deft movements and then removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor.
As she gazed over his upper body, all cut and contoured to rock-hard perfection, her mouth turned parched. Mila licked her lips and then leaned up to get closer to him. She ran her hands over the hard planes in his chest and down into the dips carved between each delicious muscle.
He grabbed one of her wrists and then the other, pinning her back to the bed.
“Got you.” He gleamed down at her with a victorious smile as if he had her just where he wanted her.
She struggled to move her arms out of his grasp, but he was too powerful. She stopped squirming and stared into his triumphant eyes. He left no doubt how powerful he was, a true alpha, and damn, it was sexy as hell.
“What are you going to do with me, Rafe?” she asked.
“If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you what you crave.” Rafe bent down and kissed between her breasts.
She moaned and settled back onto his bed. With his teeth, he nudged up the bottom of her shirt, exposing her belly. He kissed her there, moving up her body, and then released one wrist, nudging her shirt up higher. He cupped one of her breasts and caressed it, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more.
“Take it off,” she begged, yearning to remove any barriers between them.
When he released her other arm, she tugged her shirt over her head.
He gazed at her black satin bra. “Did you buy this for me?”
She might have had him in mind as she bought them while they went shopping. “Maybe.”
“I like it.” He stroked the fabric covering her breast. “I’ll like it better on the floor.”
He unhooked it, slid it over her arms, and tossed it with the other discarded clothes.
“Beautiful,” he murmured and his gaze raked over her upper body.
He leaned her back onto the bed and fondled one breast while kissing the other. When he flicked one nipple with his hot tongue, she gasped. It felt incredible. He continued to touch and lick her until she was squirming on the bed, eager to shed the rest of their clothing.
“Take them off,” she pleaded.
“Great idea,” he agreed. “I want to see you. All of you,” he growled with a dark timber in his tone.
So incredibly hot.
After he unfastened her jeans, they worked together with urgency to slide it off her body as well as the wool socks. All that remained covering her was a thin slip of fabric of the matching black satin panties. His eyes gleamed with sensuality as he stood and unfastened his pants. She watched with dizzying anticipation as he exposed more of his flesh, from that sexy V leading down. The black cotton of his boxers tented with a promising bulge, and her breath quickened. As he gaze traveled downward, she fixed on the muscular outlines in his thighs. She bit her lip. Every inch of him was impressive.
Rafe crawled back over her and pressed his hard length in between her legs. Oh, what decadent pleasure it promised. He kissed and licked from her ear along her neck again, and she released a low, needy moan. When the tips of his fangs brushed her flesh, a wave of hot liquid lust spooled in her core.
“I need you.” Her voice came out just above a whisper. It was more than just to have him inside her, it was for him to impale her with those fangs and mark her as his mate. Her fangs emerged with the same itch to pierce his flesh and taste the sweet essence of his blood, claiming him as hers forever.
Yes, now,her wolf urged.He’s ours.
No, no, no. She couldn’t. Too many conflicting emotions rammed through Mila, a collision course of desires. She couldn’t bear to think of them now and couldn’t struggle against her wolf’s demands. She just wanted to feel him inside her.
Rafe swirled his tongue along the sensitive area of flesh between her neck and shoulder where a mating mark would go. “Just a taste,” he murmured.
